How many times????

There is no telling how many times I have had to repeat myself since having children. I'm pretty sure I'm speaking in English, and the children's ears work just fine. At least they passed the last hearing test at their pediatricians office. It must be a selective thing.

Yesterday was no different. It seems that whenever it comes time to straighten up and put the toys away my speech is incoherent. I asked my littlest cherub, "How many times do I have to ask you to do this?". I was a little annoyed at this point.

Littlest cherub looked at me very seriously and said, "five".

Well alright. I guess that settles it.

I turned and laughed on the inside and went about my business.

Jesus Is The Boss of Me

My oldest child has a very easy job to help the family out. We ask her to take out the recycling every day. I'm no green junkie, but I recycle what is recyclable.

I hollared at my oldest, not in a mean way, but just asked her to take it out. For the second time today. My youngest chimed in, "You're not the boss". I asked my sweet youngest cherub, "Who is the boss?". She said "Jesus is the boss of me".

How can I compete with that? I laughed a little on the inside and asked for a third time for the recycling to be taken out.

God is good. He does have a sense of humor!